Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Belize and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Amon Düül to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Joe Smooth,
Quantec,
Davy DMX,
Tubeway Army,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Shoche,
Warren Ellis,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Coltrane,
Moby Grape,
Erykah Badu,
Cymande,
Zero Boys,
The Busters,
Mad Mike,
Gichy Dan,
Marmalade,
Saccharine Trust,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oblivians,
Jacob Miller,
the Sonics,
Bob Dylan,
The Knickerbockers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ludus,
Albert Ayler,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Das Ding,
Steve Hackett,
New York Dolls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joy Division,
Inner City,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Womack,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Morten Harket,
Brand Nubian,
Rufus Thomas,
the Normal,
Jacques Brel,
Whodini,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sparks,
Grauzone,
Gong,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Trumans Water,
Talk Talk,
Procol Harum,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.